Sirius X Harry Novels & Stories

Said Fanky. "What's the issue?" Arosh inquired. "Didn't you see Harry's tiger look prior on you? It resembles life will gobble you up conversing with Harry prior." Said Fanky. "Huh, you saw that as well." Said Arosh. "Obviously, he was continuously looking before and appeared to need to stand up and uphold Harry prior." Said Fanky. "Is it safe to say that you are significant, please?" "How is Harry? Assuming your sweetheart Harry is supposed to be, on the off chance that your folks need to remain with Harry?

And I caught sight of his fangs but he was not a vampire, his fangs were of the size of the werewolves. A werewolf? “Guess, you’ve mastered hiding your scent,” I said, half a smile on my face, and neither of us looked away as our gazes met. “And you still managed to notice. Miss…?” He lifted his thick arched brow and I extended my hand with my name, but a fake one, “Hana…” His smirk only got more prominent at my name, “King…” he shook my hand lightly and I noticed his hand was large, warm, with impossibly long fingers and of course the veins.

I felt like the wolf and I kept on locking eyes , as if he was sent her to retrieve me – my mind races , assuming that King Alexander had sent him to get me ; it could be that he belongs to the king. “Don’t move…” Xavier warns us all , when he sees Andrew slowly reaching for his sword as well. However , the furry beast sees that to and growls loudly at him , which makes him stop his pursue immediately. From the corner of my eyes , I see Xaviers hand firmly grasp the handle of his sword and he softly pulls the weapon out of it’s cover. He then slowly proceeds to walk closer to it – my mind racing , wondering on what he is going to do ; what if the creature realises what he is doing and attac

Syliva decided to ignore the rude alpha. “Julis and Harry would be here soon,” Xander said over breakfast. Syliva looked up confused by the new names. “Julis is Julius and Harry is Harris ,” Xander explained with yet another bright smile. He put more food on Syliva ’s plate. The omega blushed but ate happily. She had never been presented with such good meals before. “I asked Liam to bring Rose to check on your neck,” Xavier said surprising Syliva . “We don’t want the bites to be infected, do we now?” he added with a toothy grin. Syliva sighed. There it was: the same mocking tone that plagued her.

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.

The casual intimacy of it, the way she touched him like she had every right to. Maybe she does, I think bitterly. Maybe that's exactly what I need to accept. "Okay, Mommy." Harry snuggles deeper into my side, his attention drifting back to the screen just as a commercial break starts, and somehow the channel has switched to sports highlights—probably Freda's doing from when she was channel surfing earlier. "Mommy! It's the superhero from the mall! Look!" Harry shrieks, pointing excitedly at the screen. My heart stops. It’s Jaxon in his uniform, throwing a perfect spiral that seems to defy gravity. The camera catches his face, highlighting every sharp angle and the intensity of his focus.

He sat down, opened his notebook and started sketching. What he was sketching,he didn't know but his hands moved over the paper. His pencil just drew something he didn't know and wouldn't know until he was finished. He also couldn't see that his eyes were now glowing blue. How could he? At the end of his sketch, he looked at his work. It was the sea dweller. A perfect image of Cordelia with a crown atop her head. He flipped a few pages. The book was filled with previous sketches of Cordelia, a princess, A queen, A captain and a few other characters. The topics of Harry's dreams.

“This place belongs to your boyfriend’s family.” “What?” I asked, feeling my body tense. Harry tilted his head and took a cigarette from the inner pocket of his coat. “That son of a bitch didn’t lie about being an heir—actually, I think that was the only truth he told you. But he’s not inheriting companies; he’s inheriting a branch of a mafia family.” “This… this… can’t be true. Mr. Harris is an heir, and he and Daniel—” I stammered, trying to make sense of it all, but nothing seemed to add up in my head.

Matilda asked worriedly seeing the shocked face of Hazel. “Hazel? Answer me?” Hazel snapped out of shock and whispered, “my husband.....” _____________ Harry opened the door to his house and saw few tall looking men outside. “Yes? How may I help you?” He questioned raising an eyebrow. “Where is young mr. Xavier?” One bulky looking man asked. Harry frowned in confusion, “who? Young mr? Are you talking about my little nephew? What’s your deal with him?” “We are here on order of Mr. Ferris to bring his son to him.” They spoke firmly with determination.

As soon as Luna entered the door, she saw Harry sitting on the sofa, flipping through some documents. Beside him were two servants standing behind the sofa massaging his shoulders, kneeling at his feet massaging his long legs on the coffee table for him. "Brother Harry." Luna stopped and called out to him softly. Harry finally recovered, turned his head to look at her, didn't ask any more questions, but looked directly at the pile of things in her hand. “Bring it back here.” His voice low, he raised his hand to signal the servant to leave. The servant nodded, then turned around.